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"Oh don't worry." Ro'gram whispers, his eyes glancing around. "Leng's not a pushover."
And if I need to, I can also turn into a wolf... Yeah, probably should have mentioned that to the party before... Not helping my 'not a werewolf' argument.
"Okay. Let's move. I'll keep an eye out for more traps." Ro'gram says.
Ro'gram grunts and moves forward, crouching at the edge of the hole and looking down. "I tried to warn him!" he says, upset. "Dire Rats!"
Sorry I've been absent. I just got out of the hospital. I nearly dehydrated myself into some serious trouble. I will try to catch up. -Posted with Wayfinder
"No wait!" Ro'gram exclaims as Pavo storms forward. "I haven't-" -Posted with Wayfinder
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Ro'gram will walk carefully forward, ready to attack any kobold he comes across.
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Ro'gram moves forward cautiously, on guard for any attack through the mist. His nose sniffs the air, alert for the scent of kobolds he could strike at.
"Agreed." Ro'gram says, drawing both his Kukri. "Let me take point."
"I think we should do both." Ro'gram replies to Pavo. "We go cautiously, but not without some purpose. That way we don't rush into traps and ambushes, but also avoid taking too long."
"If this is the case, then we don't have time to waste." Ro'gram says.
Ro'gram puts his bow away and crosses his arms, watching. -Posted with Wayfinder
I was thinking letting him go -Posted with Wayfinder
I'll make that lateral move. -Posted with Wayfinder
Ro'gram fires another arrow. -Posted with Wayfinder
Ro'gram draws his shortbow and opens fire on one of the attackers.
"Does it matter if she is?" Ro'gram asks. "She seems far more reasonable to deal with. If that was the case, we can use that leverage to ask for peace."
"There's one charge left. I could use it to change you to look like them." he offers. After a second. "And I am a skilled trapper. Better than your average kobold, at least." -Posted with Wayfinder
Okay will do -Posted with Wayfinder
Ro'gram will find a place off the side of the road where he can prop himself up and watch without being seen. Once in place, he reclines, just enjoying his communion with nature.
While not expertly hidden, he's easy to overlook if you weren't looking out for someone.
Ro'gram will confirm directions with the guard. Turning to the group he says "I will wait for you on the edge of town in that direction. I'll see if i can glean any information from the immediate area." -Posted with Wayfinder
After she's gone, he turns to look at the group. "I think the server has seen through my disguise." he whispers. "I should go."
"Yes, the Kells are unavailable. I hope to join them once more clues as to their new location come up." he answers. At the end of his offer, he nods. "I am a trapper by trade. I should be able to help 'defuse' any traps the kobolds laid as part of their misintended 'hostilities'."
"I am Ro'gram. Representing some of the... local nature-dwelling residents." Ro'gram replies, looking at his hand for a second before pursing his lips and reaching out and shaking his hand. "I hope you understand that some preventative measures need be taken to prevent panic." The illusion won't hide the feeling of fur on my hands. he recognized as he shook the man's hand. but if he is indeed the representative of his leader... "I am a friend of the Kells, and I seek to help while they are unavailable." he explains.
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I'm ready
Ro'gram actually appears to blush, just a little. "Thank you." he says. Turning to the group, he gives them an even look. "I assume you're smart enough to tell it's me?" he says. "Bassy gave me a way around town. For the next twenty minutes or so, at least."
"Water." He says. "I won't be here long."
Ro'gram will rise, collect his things, and make sure he's prepared to go before drawing the wand, thinking, and then using the command words to activate it.
Ro'gram studies her for several seconds before he nods. "I will attend with you." he says, "If I can help settle things while I wait for more to go on to find the Kells, then I should do so." He gestures to his pack with one hand. "I'm a trapper by trade, so I know a thing or two about how Kobolds 'hunt'. You'll want my expertise if they're going to be hostile."
"I'll take the floor; its more comfortable to me, anyways." Ro'gram replies to the offer. He will remove his quiver, bow, and weapons and leave them in the guest room, and shucks his armored coat with ease, revealing a simple linen shirt underneath. He will sit up talking with the curious woman for much the night. -Posted with Wayfinder
Ro'gram looks side to side, then nods. "Finally someone who understands." he says. "Yes, thank you. Let us talk."
Ro'gram will set off, following the group.
Ro'gram holds up his hands. No claws, other than the little black nubs that all canines have for fingernails. "I don't have claws. Prefer these blades." he says, patting one of the two kukri he wears.
Ro'gram huffs, used to this degree of interrogation. "No. I am not a werewolf. I am Rougarou, wolf-people from the wilds and forests. Do I look as big as a werewolf? Do you not see the silver I wear on my neck and hands? We share similar traits to them, but our faces and abilities are no curse." He sighs. "I do not blame you for being wary. Werewolves have caused man no end of trouble. I am no ally of their kind, those moon-struck imposters. If you wish to confirm it, cross my palm with silver or wolvesbane... though the smell of that plant isn't pleasant."
Ro'gram peers at Maellyra for several moments, thinking it over. "Fine." he says. "I will go. But I am not welcome in your town. For the reasons your yapping kobold there stated." he grimaces, showing teeth. "Too many think I'm but a werewolf."
At the news, Ro'gram's hackles rise, the fur of his neck and shoulders standing on end. "Rima is a friend of mine and I will find out who did this and destroy them."
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"Oh. There was this talking crow. It... deceived me." Ro'gram admitted plainly, holding up his bloody thumb. "But since I can't read druidic, I needed to copy the symbol to show to someone who could." He peels the shirt off the stone, showing the imprinted symbol. "Seemed like a waste otherwise." Stepping away from the stone, he lays the shirt across his shoulder. "Azmur and Rima were friends of mine. We would exchange stories, I'd bring them game. They were supposed to see me this morning, but never arrived at our meeting spot. I am worried; Rima is with child and near to her birthing time." His eyebrows narrow at Pavo. "No. I prefer Venison."
An image of a female Rougarou. I'm male and brown-colored, but similar in body style.
"I was taking an impression of the markings on this stone." he replies simply. "Azmur and Rima Kell... do you know them? I was supposed to meet them earlier today."
Dressed in a high-quality armored coat and a hooded cloak (hood down), the wolfen man slowly turns at the sound of someone speaking. "A Kobold?" he says, his voice surprisingly smooth. His furred hand touches the handle of a kukri at his hip. "First that crow and now a lizard." He also has a bow and arrows on his back. While he stands looking cautiously at the arrivals, he isn't immediately aggressive. |